Christmas at Bravo Ridge. Christine Rimmer

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      He had the wildest feeling that if he tried to kiss her, she just might let him. It was probably no more than a drunken delusion. They didn’t kiss anymore, not ever, except for the occasional friends-only peck on the cheek.

      And yet. As he looked in those jewel-blue eyes, he couldn’t help thinking that she was thinking the same thing he was thinking.

      A kiss. What would a kiss hurt?

      Soon she would marry Bob Thompson, who actually was a decent guy, damn it, and the possibility of Matt’s ever kissing her again—ever really kissing her—would diminish exponentially. Funny, but he hadn’t thought about that until right now, half-blitzed in her spare room in the middle of the night, staring into those eyes that his daughter had inherited. Those beautiful, crystal-clear, sapphire-blue eyes…

      Never to kiss Corrie again.

      Uh-uh. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t possible.

      Possible. Yeah. That was the word, wasn’t it? That was the thing, the simple possibility. She was not only getting married, she was taking away all the possibilities between them. Just wiping their slate clean. Bare. Empty.

      What they were now—good friends, co-parents—that would be the extent of it. If it ever might have been more again, it never would.

      “Matt?” She whispered his name. She sounded even more breathless than a moment ago.

      He decided not to answer her. Not with words anyway. He only had to bend his head and his lips touched hers.

      “Matt…” She said his name against his mouth. There was tenderness in the way she said it. And confusion. And heat, too.

      He focused on the heat. He reached out and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, turning the brushing kiss into something deeper.

      Something hotter.

      It was so good, the heat. The wanting. He’d missed it more than he’d realized. For way too many years.

      She put her hands against his chest, pulled her mouth from his. “Matt. No.”

       No.

      It was the word a man had zero right to ignore. But he did ignore it—at first. The bed was right there, freshly made, waiting for them. He took her down onto the softness. And he kissed her again, pressing her into the mattress, feeling the shape of her beneath him, so womanly and warm, so well-remembered.

      And in spite of that “no,” she was kissing him back, sucking his tongue into her mouth, pushing her hips against him, running her hands up under the sweater he wore. She was acting like no was the last thing she was thinking.

      He wanted to believe that. He wanted to believe her kiss and her curvy body moving against him, wanted to forget that a few moments ago, she had told him to stop.

      But in the end, he couldn’t forget it. It was only right to make sure.

      Yeah, he wanted her. Bad. But even half-plowed, he knew that her “no” couldn’t be allowed to stand. She had to admit she wanted him, too.

      Either that, or they had to stop.

      Somehow, he made himself break the hungry kiss. He braced up on his hands and he stared down at her, with her blond hair wild around her pretty face, her mouth wet and red and so damn tempting.

      “No?” He dared her. “Did you say no?”

      She called him a very bad word, fisted her fingers up into his hair and tried to yank his mouth down on hers again.

      He winced as she pulled his hair, but he didn’t give in. “Answer the question, Corrie.”

      She growled low in her throat and gave another yank. That time he let her pull him close. “Shut up,” she said against his lips and kissed him again.

      He dragged his mouth away for the second time, caught her wrist, pinned them to the pillow on either side of her head. “Just say yes. Say yes or we can’t—”

      “Yes, all right? Yes.” She hissed the word.

      “Well.” He stared down at her, satisfied. And aroused, too. She felt just right beneath him. And he was so hard for her. Like a rock, despite drinking more wine than he should have. He bent, nuzzled her neck, muttered roughly against her throat, “That’s good. That’s perfect.”

      He raised his head again so he could watch her face as he pressed his hips hard against her. She moaned and lifted up, pressing back, showing him her willingness, her desire. Her sapphire eyes went to midnight, the softest, deepest kind of darkness.

      She whispered his name. “Matt. Oh, Matt…”

      The rest was like a dream he’d been waiting almost six years to have again.

      They kissed. Endless, amazing kisses. They pulled at each others’ clothes, unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing everything off.

      And then they were naked. Her skin was hot silk. He rolled her under him and she wrapped her legs around him. He sank into her heat and sweetness.

      It couldn’t be happening.

      But it was.

      He was making love to Corrie. Again.

      At last.

      Chapter Two

      Corrine couldn’t believe it.

      She could not believe what she’d just done. There was no excuse. Absolutely none.

      She thought of Bob—his open smile, his trusting heart…

      Oh, God, please, she prayed. Let this all be a dream. Let me not be a cheater.

      But it was no dream. And she was a cheater. She had done it, betrayed Bob. Corrine shut her eyes tight. She wished she would never have to open them.

      But then she couldn’t keep them closed. She turned her head cautiously to look at Matt. He lay on his back. His eyes were shut. He seemed to be smiling.

      Smiling.

      He’d just helped her ruin her life—and he was smiling.

      She breathed in deep and let it out slowly. She reminded herself that there was nothing to be gained by yelling at him, or by slapping that ridiculous smile right off his face. He’d only given her exactly what she’d asked for.

      What he’d made her ask for…

      A hot flush flowed up her cheeks as she remembered the way he had made her say yes. He hadn’t even left her the comfort of blaming him. He’d made her admit she was willing. More than willing. He’d made her admit she wanted it. Bad.

      “Matt.” She spoke softly, her teeth firmly gritted.

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